"A world of dew is, yes,
a world of dew,
but even so"
Trusty, dusky, vivid, fleeting, the world globes itself in a drop of dew. It is impossible not to see a dew-drop and not melt at the sight. A row of stars threaded on a cobweb. A diamond shining on a petal. A pure circle expressing a greater heaven through its lambent light. A tear trembling in mournful glint.
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
~ Christina Rossetti ~
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3 comments:
I love dewdrops. (Just a little side note: when I danced, I was the dewdrop princess in my company's version of The Nutcracker - lol.) Any time I see a dewdrop I try to get a shot of it, but the quality and light never comes out satisfactorily enough. You have good pictures, and I like the haiku and poem you put with them.
Dep drops have always facinated me.
When I was a kid, I would storm into the field early morning to play with the dew drops. The dew drops seem to accentuate the beauty of the nature.
The poem by Christina Rossetti complements the post.
Thank you for stopping by and for your kind words, Dewdrop Princess :D
Thank you again, Kamal. You're much too kind.
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